Richard Duke had been fishing for Crappie all morning. Just as he pulled all his lines in and started on his brown bag lunch. He heard the bushes near him rustle. He turned in his folding chair to get a better look.

“Thought maybe it was Sly,” Duke said, “coming to sit a spell.”

Instead Duke saw a Bigfoot peeking out at him. It was clearly startled. Its eyes got wider and it let out a little squeak. Then the Bigfoot jumped back. Duke thought he heard it run away.

“I sat there holding my bologna sandwich, my jaw hanging open, thinking ‘I just saw a damn Bigfoot.’ When if those damn bushes do not split open again. Only this time instead of the creature’s head poking through, it was his other end,” Duke chuckled.

“I imagine not too many people have truly, really seen a Bigfoot, let alone get mooned by one!”